To Hire A Billionaire As My Sugar Baby With Only $0.99 In My Pocket Chapter 05

To Hire A Billionaire As My Sugar Baby With Only $0.99 In My Pocket Chapter 05

I nearly choked. “What?!”

Graham dropped his gaze. “I rejected it.”

I wanted to ask more, but he smoothly changed the subject before I could.

“Mind if I grab a bottle of water?”

I nodded. “Sure, sure—my treat. Grab one for me too.”

Graham opened the cooler and his hand went straight for the premium milk tea.

I took one look at the price tag and nearly died.

Six dollars for one bottle. I launched into a violent coughing fit.

Graham glanced over at me.

I waved my hands frantically. “Not that one. Pick something else.”

His hand moved toward an energy drink.

“Not that either. Try again.”

Then sports drinks.

“Nope.”

Then the yogurt drinks.

“Uh-uh…”

Finally, his hand stopped on the cheapest one. He looked at me.

I broke into a grin and gave him a big thumbs-up.

“That one’s perfect. Grab two.”

Graham fell speechless.

After dating, I returned to my tiny rental room.

The moment I lay on the bed, I opened several shopping apps.

What could I do? I still had a mission to complete.

I needed to buy clothes for Graham.

Naturally, my first stop was an app I’d used for years. The bang for your buck was unbeatable.

After getting Graham’s measurements, I bought him a whole new wardrobe, inside and out.

Within three days, everything had arrived.

I grabbed everything and sprinted all the way to Graham’s office, then knocked on his lounge door.

Graham opened the door and looked surprised. “What are you doing here?”

I pushed him into the room and shut the door behind us.

Then I delivered the outrageously domineering line the System demanded.

“From now on, everything you wear, inside and out, even your underwear, has to be bought by me.”

Graham’s face fell, a muscle twitching at his jaw.

“This… is another System mission, isn’t it?”

I let out a small smile and tugged lightly on his suit jacket.

“No more cheap clothes like this in the future. It’s embarrassing for me.”

Graham replied, deadpan, “This is a bespoke suit. Twenty-eight grand.”

I silently pulled my hand back. Then I handed him the pile of packages.

“Go put these on. Let me show you what real quality looks like.”

Graham was utterly speechless.

He opened the first package. Inside was an off-white sweater.

The moment he pulled it out, it crackled and popped with static—the beautiful symphony of cheap polyester.

He looked up at me. “Couldn’t you buy something with slightly better quality?”

I rubbed my nose sheepishly. “…The economy’s in a downturn. Just bear with me.”

Graham fell silent and turned to enter the inner room.

When he came back out, the sweater was already on him.

My eyes widened instantly.

Sure enough, a handsome face really was the ultimate fashion item.

That cheap sweater somehow looked like it came straight out of a high-end fashion spread.

The cream fabric draped over his lean, defined shoulders, tracing the clean lines of his narrow waist.

The soft texture took the edge off his usual cool sharpness, giving him an unexpectedly gentle warmth.

Graham caught me staring and shifted awkwardly. “So… does it look okay?”

I nodded frantically. “It looks amazing!”

“You’re always so buttoned-up—suits, dress shirts, way too formal. A cozy sweater suits you so much better. You look incredible!”

Graham cleared his throat lightly. “Then I’ll try the others too.”

When he finished changing into the rest, the transformation was even more dramatic.

He had gone from intimidating CEO to college heartthrob overnight.

I was thoroughly enjoying the view when a few slips of paper on the floor caught my eye.

I scooped them up. My eyes lit up immediately.

Review-for-reward cards! They promised two bucks cashback for three photos and a five-star review.

Four packages. Four cards. Two offered two dollars. The other two offered three.

I did the math—that was ten more bucks I could save.

I excitedly waved Graham over. “Come here. Let me take a few pictures of you.”

Graham looked confused. “Why do you suddenly want to take pictures?”

“To make money, obviously!”

The confusion on his face deepened. He even looked a little offended.

“Make money? You’re selling my photos?”

His stern tone startled me. I dropped my head and started picking at my fingers.

“Sorry… if you don’t want me to, then forget it. I was just thinking I could help a little with the bills…”

Graham sighed helplessly. “Just… don’t sell them to any sketchy sites. Other than that, do what you want.”

I nodded so hard it looked like my head might fall off.

“Don’t worry, totally legit!”

I gotta say, Graham’s face and body were seriously unreal. And on top of that, he had killer camera presence.

Before I knew it, I had taken nearly twenty photos.

I quickly waved him off. “Okay, stop, stop! Any more would be overkill. These are plenty.”

It was probably Graham’s first time hearing that there was such a thing as too many usable photos of himself.

As I flipped through the pictures, I couldn’t stop praising him.

“Damn, you’re insanely photogenic. Your camera presence is insane.”

Graham let out a small laugh. “I used to be a model.”

I looked at him in surprise.

Before I could respond, a bunch of payment notifications pinged on my phone.

I nearly exploded with joy. “Nice! The money hit!”

Graham leaned closer, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

“That fast? Which magazine bought them?”

I beamed. “Online shop cashback! For the reviews!”

Graham fell completely silent. Yeah, he was definitely pissed.

After I left his company that day, he never messaged me again.